Two Men, One Martini Bar
It’s not as bad as it sounds, although I suppose any woman who accidentally invites two men to Thanksgiving dinner ought to provide some sort of…
And We’re Back: The Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree
I know. I know. It’s been ages. But I have an excuse. Honest. And it involves both men and dance and the annual Hoopers Island Black…
A Question from the Hot Tub: Would YOU Date Me?
By the time you read this, I’ll be sitting in a hot tub overlooking the Chesapeake with a drink in hand—preferably something cool and alcoholic (even…
Too Many Texts
I’ve received another letter. This time, it’s not a love letter but rather an email from my younger brother who, for whatever reason, monitors our collective…
